Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2012 15:52:47 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Teaching Paul the lessons of love

DISCLAIMER: This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and
the events that take place are purely imaginary.

WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a
homosexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites. Always indulge in safe sex.

Teaching Paul the Lessons of Love

Chapter 1

When his wife walked out on him and his son, Adam, Tom Brownlow was
secretly pleased, especially as, since that day, he had never heard another
word from her. Thus it was that, from the age of six, Tom had looked after
his son alone and had, in the opinion of his neighbours, done a good
job. Adam was regarded as a friendly, well-mannered and polite young man
with a ready smile and a happy disposition. Now seventeen, the youngster
had just started the sixth form of the local school in the nearby town and
was doing well, His father was also doing well despite the absence of a
wife and Tom spent most of his time running around after his son and
enjoying the fact that he had enough inherited wealth not to have to bother
to work if he did not wish to do so.

All this had been six years ago and now, Adam was in his last year at
school.  Over the years, Adam had been allowed to use his home as a centre
for friends to visit. It was a large house with an extensive garden and so
the young visitors could play and mess around without disturbing anyone
else. Over the years the number of regular visitors had dwindled and by the
time of this story, there were only two teenagers that came often to the
house. Adam called himself and his friend, the misfits. Adam was
dark-haired, good-looking with blue eyes, a ready wit and a smile that
could light up a room. His skin was smooth and, although he was not very
athletic Adam was reasonable enough at soccer and cricket to gain a regular
place in the school team. He was also academically strong especially in
history and economics and with a high expectation of getting at place at
Oxford after he successfully completed his A-levels. His other two friends
were Steve and Paul. Steve was a few months older than Adam and was a very
serious-minded young man, with no athletic ability, dark haired like Adam
but rarely willing or able to smile. He lived in a small house on a council
estate with just his widowed mother and a much older sister. Steve was
always very intense over whatever he turned his mind to and was not very
popular at school, but Adam liked the intellectual challenge of someone who
was destined to go to Cambridge one day soon and be a brilliant scientist.
The youngest of the three was Paul, fair-haired cheery and full of fun, he
was very athletic, loved all sports and was average at his schoolwork, but
likely to gain a place at a lesser-known university. The son of a farmer
who had a mixed arable smallholding just on the edge of town, Paul had two
older brothers and two younger sisters. Paul was regarded by many at the
school as being rather arrogant especially when he was playing sport, but
he and Adam had bonded when they shared a match-winning stand in a school
cricket tournament that paved the way to winning the trophy.  Saturday
mornings were the times when the three teenagers usually met and this
particular Saturday, the arrangement was that they would gather at Adam's
house at ten o'clock and then travel together into town to do some shopping
for books and other things. Tom had been out the night before and so he was
still not dressed when, bang on time, Steve turned up on the doorstep. Adam
was waiting in the kitchen and offered his friend a coffee which was
declined and the two teenagers sat and waited for Paul, who was notorious
for his lack of punctuality due to the fact that he rarely if ever wore a
watch. Tom also came into the kitchen but, as he had stayed in bed after
spending time at his local pub the night before, he was still in his
nightwear, covered by a thin dressing gown. The two teenagers and Adam's
father chatted while he drank a cup of coffee, but after about twenty
minutes and still no sign of their friend, the two boys decided to leave as
there was only a few minutes before the next bus would arrive. Steve and
Adam, who reminded Tom that the pair would be back in time for lunch, left.

A few minutes later, Tom went up to the main bedroom and walked into the
en-suite, took off his dressing gown and the boxer shorts he had been
sleeping in and went into the shower. The water was warm and the slight
headache he had woken up with began to subside but he saw no reason to
hurry so relaxed and allowed the water to cascade over his body. After
about fifteen minutes, Tom came out of the shower and started to dry
himself off. He had finished drying his body and was about to start drying
his hair when he heard the doorbell. Looking out of the bedroom window, Tom
saw that it was the last of the `misfits', Paul, who had finally arrived.
Wrapping a towel round his waist, he went downstairs and opened the door to
the teenager, who walked into the house speaking quickly in his efforts to
give an explanation for his lateness. Tom listened politely but made no
comment other that asking the young man whether he wanted a cup of coffee.
Paul accepted the offer and Tom led him into the kitchen and filled the
kettle, found the coffee jar and waited for it to boil. As he turned to
pass the steaming cup to the teenager, the towel that had been passed
around his waist slipped down and fell slowly to the floor. Unable to stop
it, Tom let out an embarrassed cry, as he stood naked in front of one of
his son's best friends. Paul, for his part, could not help but see the
older man's prick and balls fully exposed and only a few inches from his
face and he let out a short cry,

"Wow, you're a roundhead, as well!"

Tom paused for a moment as he remembered the old slang from his school days
and realised that the teenager was referring to the fact that he was
circumcised. A puzzled look passed momentarily across the older man's face
as he replied,

"As well?"

This time it was Paul's turn to blush but he managed to reply,

"Yes, well, I know that Adam isn't circumcised, so I assumed you wouldn't
be either, sorry."

Tom replied immediately,

"I wanted him to be, but his mother refused to allow her beautiful son to
be, as she quaintly put it, `mutilated'. How did you come to be done? Is it
a family tradition?"

Paul responded without delay,

"Oh no! I was done because I kept getting infections and the doctor said I
should be circumcised. I suppose I should have known better than to assume
that all families are consistent because neither of my brothers had been
and they often make fun of me for having a small dick. However, I can see
from yours that not all circumcised cocks are small!"

Tom smiled and began to pick up his towel from the floor. He had two
reasons for doing this, the first was to restore his modesty and the second
was to stop the tingling in his groin that was a prelude to his cock
growing hard and erect. He had in the past fantasised about seeing Paul
naked and maybe even having the chance to play with him. Tom wanted to
escape from the situation and his head was telling him he should but his
cock was telling him something else. In the end, lust triumphed and the
older man said,

"I shouldn't worry about size, some people have big cocks that don't get
much bigger when they get hard; others have small dicks that grow much,
much larger when they are erect. I'm sure your prick is not all that small
and even if it is when it is soft, I'm sure it grows pretty large when it
gets hard. If you ever have any problems or want to know anything, you know
I've always encouraged you to talk to me."

Tom noticed that Paul's dick seemed to be making a bigger bulge in his
jeans than it had a few seconds before and so he decided that, in order to
avoid any embarrassment, he would get out of the kitchen and go back to his
room and get properly dressed, so he added,

"I think I had better get some more clothes on before this towel falls off
again."

Paul's look suggested to the older man that this was something he would not
find at all a problem, but Tom still decided to leave and went upstairs. As
he stood at his wardrobe looking for the clothes he would wear that day and
still with only the towel around his waist, there was a quiet tap on the
door and Paul was standing there,

"Do you mind if I use the loo?"

Although slightly taken aback, Tom nodded and said,

"Sure, as you're in here you can use the one in the en-suite if you want."

Paul walked past the older man and blatantly looked at his towel before
going through the door to the en-suite. Without closing the door, the
teenager stood at the toilet, unzipped his jeans and hauled out a far from
soft cock. Tom had a clear view of the beautiful teenage cock that Paul was
making no effort to hide, nor did he seem to be waiting to pee. Instead the
youngster began to slide his hand up and down the shaft in a seductive
way. The sight made Tom's cock harder immediately and his towel tented out
at the front in an obvious way. Paul smiled at the older man and nodded as
he turned away from the toilet and pointed his now hardened prick straight
towards Tom and then the youngster whispered,

"I think I'm a bit over-dressed, don't you?"

Before the older man could reply, the teenager had taken off his jeans and
was removing his t-shirt, leaving his rock hard dick jutting out from the
front of his boxer shorts.  Finally, these were skillfully removed and Paul
was completely naked in front of his best friend's father, whose towel-clad
body was soon as naked as the teenager.

Paul cunningly moved his hand so that Tom could admire the small but very
hard cock. The older man looked at the relatively small and thin cock,
which had been neatly cut and was very pale with the skin and the glans
showing relatively little change of colour. The head of the teenager's
prick looked very suckable and it joined the shaft like an arrowhead with
no excess skin and the balls looked full and ready to unload. Tom's prick
gave an involuntary twitch at the thought of bringing the young man to
orgasm.  Paul, meanwhile, was gazing admiringly at the older man's fat and
long dick which was loosely cut and still had a small bunch of skin behind
the head and could not wait to get his hands on it, especially when he saw
it twitch as Tom ran his fingers up the shaft. The teenager took a step
closer as he wanked his cock slowly and sensuously, keeping his eyes locked
on Tom's cock as the older man mirrored the action Paul was taking.

Tom and Paul were now only a few inches apart and wanking themselves, each
waiting for the other to take the next move. In the end the older man took
the initiative and reached out and took over wanking the teenager's cock
and heard a great sigh of pleasure and relief emerge from Paul's lips, as
he followed Tom's lead and took over from the older man's hand. The
teenager's prick was beginning to ooze pre cum and Tom wiped the clear
liquid over the exposed cut head and brought more sounds of pleasure from
his young partner, who responded by increasing his wanking speed on the
older man's rampant tool. Tom would have loved to lean down and take his
young friend's prick between his lips but the signal he was getting from
Paul was that the teenager just wanted to wank and be wanked to completion.

The teenager was moaning with pleasure as Tom's fingers and hand worked
their magic on his shaft, balls and cock head and gasped,

"Oh that is sooo good, don't stop, please! It feels so great with your hand
on my dick. Wank me faster, please, I want to cum!!"

The older man increased the speed of his teasing and started to feel Paul's
balls with his other hand as they began to tighten. The teenager had almost
stopped wanking Tom as he allowed the pleasurable sensation of approaching
orgasm begin to wash over him.  Again, as his breathing quickened, Paul
gasped out,

"I'm going to cum!! Please, please, don't stop, don't stop!!!"

A moment later Tom watched as his young partner's piss slit widened and
then the whole of Paul's body shook as three massive spurts of creamy teen
cum jetted out and splattered against the older man's chest, followed by
two less strong squirts before finally subsiding to just a dribble. Tom
milked the last few drops out of Paul's dick and wanted to taste the jizz
but was not sure what effect this would have on the teenager so he
refrained from doing so. Slowly, Paul regained his breath and smiled at Tom
and said,

"Wow! That was great, thanks! And don't think I'm done. I want to get you
off as well. We've got time before Adam and Steve get back, haven't we?"

Tom nodded and Paul took hold of the older man's cock and began to pump it
up and down with considerable gusto. As he had been very aroused by the
sight of the teenager's powerful cum shots and now with the wonderful
feeling engendered by the teenager's hand on his shaft Tom moaned
encouragingly and he felt the tingling in his balls that heralded his
orgasm.  Paul may have been inexperienced but what the teenager lacked in
skill he more than made up with enthusiasm for his task as he wanked Tom's
rampant and throbbing cock.  As he felt his spunk rising from his balls,
the older man moaned with pleasure and yelled encouraging words,

"Oh yes, Paul, that's great, you're making me cum. Wank me off, wank it,
I'm going to shoot my load any moments."

Tom pulled the youngster closer to him so that his now fully engorged prick
was trapped between the two bodies and both of them felt the throbbing as
the older man's ball cream shot out of his enlarged piss slit and covered
both their chests with spunk. When all but a few drops had come out, Tom
pulled Paul even closer and hugged him so that the two loads of cum mingled
together. He thought about kissing the teenager but decided not to do so,
because he was keen to have a repeat performance and go a bit further next
time. After they had both recovered from their exciting orgasms, Tom
suggested that they ought to get cleaned up and indicated that the Paul
should go into the shower and wash himself clean. As soon as he had
finished showering, the teenager emerged from the shower with his cock once
again showing signs of getting hard, but Tom told him there was not enough
time to do it all over again as the other two boys would be back soon and
he needed to shower himself before he started on the lunch.

As he slowly got dressed, Paul shouted to Tom, who was standing under the
stream of hot water,

"That was amazing! Thank you and would you mind if we did it again one day
soon?"

From behind the door of the shower, Tom felt a thrill of excitement course
through his body before he replied,

"It is I who should thank you, Paul, that was awesome. By the way you don't
need to worry about the taunts of your brothers. Your prick is beautiful
and a perfectly good size and I have loved playing with it and you and, of
course, I'd love to do it again!"

Paul nodded enthusiastically and, as the pair quickly dressed, they
discussed when it might be possible for them to be alone again. No
possibility came immediately to mind, so in a rather depressed mood, the
pair went downstairs to the kitchen to start preparing the lunch before
Adam and Steve returned. On arrival, Tom's son listened without showing any
signs of emotion to Paul's excuse for being late earlier that morning, but
Steve, who was irritated beyond measure by his teenage friend's habitual
lateness, refused to speak to or acknowledge Paul until the lunch was all
but over. Towards the end of the meal Tom casually asked what plans the
teenagers had for the rest of the weekend and the following week at
school. Steve, who was always the best organised of the three, spoke first,

"Not much tomorrow, I've got some homework to complete and then prepare for
the lab visit our science group is going to take to Cambridge on Thursday
and Friday. We're staying in one of the Colleges on Thursday night."

Adam was next to speak,

"Lucky sod. I've got an essay to complete tomorrow and on Thursday we've
got a field trip for history, but only to Bosworth Field where Richard III
was killed in 1485, it'll probably be very wet and muddy."

Paul was the last to speak,

"Well lucky you, I've only got a soccer game on Wednesday to look forward
and a game tomorrow in the park against a team that will thrash us
convincingly, so not much for me to look forward to."

As he said the last words, the teenager made eye contact with Tom, who
realised that the next Thursday might be the opportunity they were both
looking for to have another tryst.  Giving a slight nod of acknowledgement,
the older man said,

"Well, if you lads will excuse me, I've got to go off and do the weekly
shop. Anyone want anything while I'm there."

All three shook their heads and Tom went off with a cheery thought about
the fun he would introduce Paul to the following Thursday and fond thoughts
of what he and the horny teenager had experienced earlier in the day.

To be continued...?

 Hope you liked this story. Whether you did or not feedback is always
welcome. Email me at cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk